4th October 2020

 Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of the day my elder brother Robert o.s. died. He grew up under some of the harshest conditions this country has ever known. Born in 1942, indiscriminate bombs were raining down and food was rationed. No phone nor car. Life was dark. Yet, he grew up the sweetest, kindest person I’ve ever known. Modern IT systems passed him by, but school and society taught him to respect the knowledge older people had gained over their lives and, above all, to respect those in authority. Conversing and working together with everyone were key. In the decades since then, as I look around the world, it’s obvious that running a country requires high levels of intellect and education not money; it shouldn’t be ‘who you know’ but what you know. Ignore quirks of personality. Remember that in his early years, Churchill was called a clown. Whatever the profession, the ideal candidate should have years of training in the ‘field’ with proven skills but, above all, the ability to liaise easily with all levels of society. As in 1942, life is once again hard and uncompromising. Our leaders could learn a lot from my brother Robert.